This flash fiction short story is part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. Stories are to be 100 words more or less, inspired by the photo she posts on her website each week.
She thought of him from time to time. They didn’t speak anymore, though at one time his importance lay in the lap of her life like a colossal dog, too large to move. She couldn’t get out from under him. But that was then.
Now, it was as though they lived in separate rooms of the same home. Doors closed on opposite sides of the corridor that served as a neutral buffer between them. Behind the doors they lived their lives, and lived them happily, but each was forever colored by the other.
Still, the space between was tangible.
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